Noticing that this cute little junior disciple might be offended, Lin Fan coughed gently, "Yours Truly is the master of Nameless Peak’s Saint Devil Sect, Lin Fan. Upon passing by Jialan Peak, I caught the scent of a fragrant herb aroma. Hence, I came uninvited in its search."
As he said his name, Lin Fan took extra care to raise his head and look at the masses with a friendly and welcoming smile.
Indeed, the moment Lin Fan stated his background, there was a change on the faces of the various disciples. Those initially wary looks turned into gentle smiles, like flowers blooming in Spring.
"Greetings, Junior Master Lin!" The gentle voices vibrated within Lin Fan’s eardrums, bringing him endless happiness and joy.
Lin Fan’s reputation in Glory Sect was no secret. It was just that most of the disciples who knew how he looked like were from the outer sect. The rest had merely heard of him, but they did not know his features.
